Roofied!
Getting drunk won’t save you, sister.
“Oppo, put that huge thing down! Come save us!”
Mmmm….
Not quite wide enough, Dawn. Tina knows very well what’s going to be needed. And it ain’t going to be pretty,
Who the hell are you?
“Oppo? Is Oppo going to be here today?”
“He is . . . “
God, she is beautiful.. . . .
But her lust for Oppo shines through.
I want to be that ice pop. That’s all I want.
Give me one day with Mary Ann in picture #1, and she will never long for another man again.
So she’ll become a Lesbian?
You wish, mister.
Mary Ann will, in all probability, say: “Oh . . . . Oppo! No man can ever compare in size with you! Oh, Oppo! No! O! Continue or stop squeezing my ample breasts the way you like! I’m going to explode in an orgasm of delight, because of you, dear Oppo, and not — I repeat — Walrus!” {pelvic paroxysm follows} Then she will yawn and go to sleep.
{Followed by another paroxysm.}
Go to sleep? Before making you a sammich and grabbing a beer?
I want these women in the worst way.
Gilligan’s Island Just Took a Whole New Turn:
(Ginger on top. Mary Ann below)